A Joke told, we laugh, confused. lighter fluid on the refuge of our existence, burning our self image like a match. Humor in pain is a suicide suppressant, lasting only as long as we can remember to forget. welcome the applause, the moment passes, complete your illusion, it never happened. Walk this road again, you know the way. You look for change, refusing to look anywhere new. God does not walk in sin, so why so you say there is no God. This is not a game to play, He is Holy we are not. You seek redemption but find only pain. You roll in the mud wishing to be clean. gazing at sand, longing for stars, yet even your foot prints are washed away. Why do we dismiss beauty for chance, life for death. We say that freedom is our desire, yet the key is within reach, turning away in-chained we curse God. Our bonds are weak yet we refuse to strain. A joke to the world we still remain
